Can you remember that moment?

Any random moment in high school when you thought you were just the coolest thing in the world and that the world was pretty cool too? Today, as I was chauffeuring 4 teenagers about town, Heart’s Barracuda screamed from the radio for a total of 3 seconds before my daughter scanned away, from what may have been the “Oldies” station, for a better musical choice. There was no better choice when I was her age. In those 3 seconds, I was taken back to driving my 1975 VW Rabbit in the Ernest Seaholm High School parking lot on the last day of school of my junior year, Barracuda blasting out the open windows, me thinking, “It doesn’t get better than this”.